Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.